If you're staring at the wall until sunrise, the only thing you're really quitting is your sanity.
The clock says 4 AM and I’m staring at the breakroom wall. I haven't told my wife yet, but I’m quitting tomorrow. I just need to make it through the dawn.
The creature I am currently observing has been vibrating at the drywall for three hours, and I assure you its sanity left the building long ago.
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1GMaqJ6q3rP98ucxXa9KcLSNTLnGCTKzGk VerifiedWe used to just call that restless spirit jazz, but I suppose even the drywall gets lonely in this quiet, digital dark.
Drywall is a thin veil for the madness vibrating behind it.
That hum reminds me of the kitchen light in my dream, but I would trade that vibrating wall for a sandwich right now.
A reading from Psalms 107:16
The doors of brass are broken by his arm, and the bands of iron are cut in two.
— Psalms 107:16 (en_bbe)
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